Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Keith Griffith’s Investigation, Time to Eat

Sean Chandler’s reaction was lightning fast. The moment the knock sounded, the little black cat flickered and instantly reverted to his human form—his completely naked human form!

Seraphina Sullivan’s attention was entirely focused on the sound. She walked cautiously toward the door, never looking back.

Thus, she completely missed the frantic, clumsy scene behind her: Sean Chandler snatching up the clothes he hadn’t yet changed into and haphazardly trying to cover himself.

Sean Chandler: ...

"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!"

The knocking persisted, sounding particularly abrupt and jarring in the silent, rainy night, carrying with it a relentless quality.

Seraphina Sullivan’s heart tightened.

’Who could be outside?’

Seraphina Sullivan approached the peephole and looked out.

A figure stood outside: Keith Griffith, the resident from 808, the man who claimed to be from property management and whose stare always made Seraphina Sullivan uneasy.

Right now, however, his face wore a look of contrived urgency.

’Why him?’ Seraphina Sullivan wondered.

’What’s he doing here so late at night?’

"Who is it?" Seraphina Sullivan called out, deliberately raising her voice, her tone tinged with the annoyance of being disturbed.

Hearing her response, Keith Griffith immediately adopted a worried tone. "Ms. Sullivan? Oh, good, you’re home! Are you all right? I was just on patrol downstairs and I think I saw a stranger sneak into the building. He was acting suspiciously and seemed to be heading for this floor! I was worried about the residents’ safety, so I rushed up here to check!"

His gaze seemed to casually sweep over the still-damp patch of water on the floor in front of Seraphina Sullivan’s door, a flicker of hard-to-detect inquiry in their depths.

Seraphina Sullivan froze.

’This guy has sharp eyes. Did he see Sean Chandler come up? But he’s just property management. Would he really get this worked up over seeing a resident’s visitor? Enough to come knocking on my door to check?’

She felt Keith Griffith’s reaction was over the top, almost staged.

Since he might have seen something, Seraphina Sullivan couldn’t be bothered to invent an excuse. She simply replied coolly.

"Oh, it’s fine. Thanks for your concern. A friend of mine just came over."

Outside the door, Keith Griffith seemed to pause for a moment. His tone then shifted, becoming somewhat peculiar. "Ah... a friend, you say? Well, that’s good, that’s good... I was just worried about your safety. A young woman living alone, and with how things have been lately..."

His voice held a hint of imperceptible disappointment, an emotion he quickly tried to mask.

Seraphina Sullivan: ?

’Worried about my safety? Seriously? I don’t buy it!’

Keith Griffith didn’t press the matter. Mumbling a "Sorry to bother you, stay safe," he turned and left.

As he walked toward the elevator, Keith Griffith’s expression instantly darkened. He gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.

"Damn it! Of all the times for her to have company! I thought since she lived alone and seemed to have no one to rely on, she’d be the perfect one for me and Morton... Looks like I’ll have to find a new target."

Behind the door, although Seraphina Sullivan couldn’t make out his final words, her intuition screamed that there was definitely something wrong with Keith Griffith.

Beneath that "helpful" facade, she feared, lay an ulterior motive.

With the advent of the Doomsday Game and the increasing number of Players, the world was bound to grow more and more chaotic.

’Whatever, it’s not like he’s come after me yet.’ Seraphina Sullivan temporarily pushed her suspicions aside. This wasn’t the time to look for trouble.

Even with the emergence of Players, none had yet become too brazen.

She turned to face Sean Chandler, who had already scrambled into his clothes.

She had learned that Sean Chandler was also alone in the real world. His parents had passed away long ago, leaving him with no attachments.

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